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 Dominica and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 The Monks to the disco 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
Blancmange,
X-101,
Rekid,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
KRS-One,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
DNA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.