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 Paraguay and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Amazonics,
Magma,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
The Litter,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
Scientists,
Gong,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.