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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABBA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Cameo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Sparks,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.