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 Monaco and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
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 Ossler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
The Residents,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
Desert Stars,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
The Motions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most,
CMW,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
The Mojo Men,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.