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 Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
Moebius,
Suicide,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
Faust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grauzone,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms,
The Monks,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.