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 China 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 F. McDonald to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
Intrusion,
Junior Murvin,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
Cal Tjader,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
Magma,
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
Jawbox,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Real Kids,
cv313,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.