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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Pet Shop Boys 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
Slave,
Niagra,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.