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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 The Five Americans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Vainqueur,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
Cybotron,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
Niagra,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
Little Man,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.