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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 The Fortunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-102,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Stereo Dub,
Quadrant,
The Happenings,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.