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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
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 Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lyres to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Godley & Creme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
Excepter,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie,
Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
Ronnie Foster,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.