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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
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 808 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Rotary Connection,
Minutemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moleskins,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
cv313,
Cluster,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.