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 Malta and from New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
Scion,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
The Smoke,
Negative Approach,
Smog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pop Group,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
Skarface,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.