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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
Gichy Dan,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
Youth Brigade,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.