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 Gabon and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Mad Mike to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
Half Japanese,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
Magazine,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.