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 Mali and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Liliput,
Nas,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
The Sonics,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
The Gap Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
Ronan,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Icehouse,
Whodini,
Hot Snakes,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.