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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
Mandrill,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Motions,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Slave,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy Collins,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
OOIOO,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.