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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Franke,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.