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 Indonesia 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 New Christs to the jazz 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Hashim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
Magazine,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
CMW,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
The Misunderstood,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
Dorothy Ashby,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.