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 Ivory Coast and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Faraquet,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
The Monks,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
Intrusion,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters,
John Coltrane,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.