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 Ghana and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Traffic Nightmare to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
The Residents,
Charles Mingus,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
Interpol,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.