Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Finland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Association to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by UT. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Kayak,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
Pole,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
X-102,
The Searchers,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.