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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Index to the funk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
Fear,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
Metal Thangz,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.