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 Laos and from New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.