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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stiv Bators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
The Fire Engines,
Magazine,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
Wings,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.