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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 The Last Poets to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Zapp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
Average White Band,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.