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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marmalade to the grunge 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
Scrapy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Jacques Brel,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
The Litter,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.