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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Pulsallama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
Skaos,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
Nas,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
The Saints,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
Masters at Work,
DNA,
Cluster,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.