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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Jandek to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
Adolescents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
Brick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Janne Schatter,
Erasure,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.