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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 The Move to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
Icehouse,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.