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 Venezuela 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Terry to the rock 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
Byron Stingily,
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
June of 44,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
KRS-One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
Quadrant,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
Q65,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
Adolescents,
X-102,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.