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 Morocco 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kas Product to the grunge 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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
Moebius,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.