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 Cuba and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
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 synthesizer 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 the Normal to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
Monks,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
Cymande,
Main Source,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
D'Angelo,
Minny Pops,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay,
World's Most,
The Gun Club,
Pagans,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.