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 Romania and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Animal Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MDC,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
Ten City,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
the Association,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.