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 Korea North and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Dual Sessions to the jazz 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Sight & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
AZ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Fraelich,
Bluetip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
Jacob Miller,
The Motions,
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.