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 Yemen and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes 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?
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Teasers,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
Henry Cow,
Darondo,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Fluxion,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.