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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Rapeman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deakin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
The Durutti Column,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.