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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
cv313,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Index,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Infiniti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
Lee Hazlewood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.