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 Gambia and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Byron Stingily to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
Tom Boy,
Minnie Riperton,
Rod Modell,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.