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 Papua New Guinea 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joey Negro to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Moebius,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.