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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
Deadbeat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Style,
Television,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
Sex Pistols,
Surgeon,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
Desert Stars,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.