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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ralphi Rosario to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Association,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
Deakin,
UT,
Neil Young,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
CMW,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
The Gories,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-102,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.