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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
Neu!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
Pantytec,
Franke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.