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 Oman 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Public Image Ltd. to the punk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
Whodini,
The Monks,
The Index,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Scan 7,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.