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 Serbia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Malaria! to the crunk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
Intrusion,
Blancmange,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Cameo,
The Litter,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.