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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Rapeman,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q65,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.