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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
Jandek,
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
the Bar-Kays,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.