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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ultimate Spinach to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
Lindisfarne,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
MC5,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
The Cramps,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
Dave Gahan,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.