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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 The J.B.'s to the jazz 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
the Human League,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
Wings,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Kayak,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.