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 Madrid.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Pharoah Sanders to the punk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
The American Breed,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
Nas,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
Byron Stingily,
Sparks,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tom Boy,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Selecter,
a-ha,
The Remains,
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.