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 Singapore and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Electric Prunes to the funk 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.