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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
Quadrant,
Eve St. Jones,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
Boredoms,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.