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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
June of 44,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Hill,
cv313,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.