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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
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 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 The Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
Soft Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
the Association,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.