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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Fugs,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.