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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Sheep to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
PIL,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Easy Going,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
Alton Ellis,
The United States of America,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Smog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
Television,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.