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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Brass Construction to the crunk 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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
New Order,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
The Human League,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
Panda Bear,
Can,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.