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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deakin to the jazz 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.