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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mojo Men to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
the Association,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
The New Christs,
Josef K,
Ituana,
X-101,
The Slackers,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.