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 Estonia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Panda Bear to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
Moebius,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks,
Popol Vuh,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Quantec,
Shoche,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Simply Red,
Barbara Tucker,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.