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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 The Moleskins to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Fear,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Charles Mingus,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Pulsallama,
Roxette,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
Lyres,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.