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 Morocco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Porter Ricks to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Leonard Cohen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
AZ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Barbara Tucker,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.