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 Grenada 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Duran Duran to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
MDC,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.