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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
Oblivians,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
Ludus,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barbara Tucker,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.