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 Lithuania and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
The Evens,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
Hasil Adkins,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.