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 Ireland and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
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 mellotron 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
Visage,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
Rapeman,
JFA,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
Cluster,
Oneida,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.