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 Jordan and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion,
The Saints,
Oneida,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
Q65,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.