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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
Q65,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
Stetsasonic,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
The Cure,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Junior Murvin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.