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 Zambia and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Yellowson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
DNA,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
MDC,
Niagra,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
10cc,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun City Girls,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
Thee Headcoats,
Hashim,
Ronnie Foster,
Lightning Bolt,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jawbox,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Birthday Party,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.