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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
Animal Collective,
Can,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
Piero Umiliani,
Y Pants,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
Bauhaus,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Rakim,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
Television,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.