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 Greece and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Leonard Cohen,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
Quadrant,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
F. McDonald,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.