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 Czech Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q65,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Anthony Braxton,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.