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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 The Saints to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
World's Most,
The Martian,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
David McCallum,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lyres,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.