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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Mantronix to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
MC5,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
Clear Light,
Blancmange,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Glenn Branca,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
World's Most,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.