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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the electroclash 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics,
June of 44,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Human League,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Echospace,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can,
Monks,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
AZ,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.