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 Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Modern Lovers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
the Slits,
cv313,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stereo Dub,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
Organ,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.