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 Maldives and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Flipper to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
The Searchers,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
The Busters,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.