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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
Slave,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Near,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
Lyres,
The Trojans,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
The Wake,
X-Ray Spex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.