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 Honduras and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rap 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Smooth,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.