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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 The Searchers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
Hoover,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.