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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
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 mellotron 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Happenings,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500,
Bauhaus,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
Young Marble Giants,
Magma,
Alphaville,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.