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 India and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Sherman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.