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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grunge 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crime,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.