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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crime to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Susan Cadogan,
Barrington Levy,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
Wings,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.