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 Ireland and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Beau Brummels to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
The Motions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
The Martian,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
The Human League,
The Last Poets,
John Foxx,
Skaos,
Dark Day,
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.