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 China 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sam Rivers to the punk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
10cc,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
Gong,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.