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 Italy and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Andrew Hill to the rock 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cramps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker,
Altered Images,
Fat Boys,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.