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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Black Moon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
PIL,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
Audionom,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
Anakelly,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
DNA,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.