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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Minutemen to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
Nico,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
Spoonie Gee,
Lyres,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
the Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
The Names,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.