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 Samoa and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Subhumans,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.