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 Malawi and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
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 güiro 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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
China Crisis,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
ABBA,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.