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 Moldova and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Pole,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.