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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Velvet Underground to the electroclash 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moody Blues,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
Rapeman,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
The Star Department,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.