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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
The Saints,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.