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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Eddi Front to the rock 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Josef K,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
David McCallum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.