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 Greece and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siglo XX to the rap 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
Idris Muhammad,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ossler,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maurizio,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barrington Levy,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Wake,
Junior Murvin,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.