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 Comoros and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Ultra Naté,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
The Names,
Intrusion,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
The Vogues,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sparks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.