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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grime 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kayak,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry's Kids,
MC5,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.