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 Belarus 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Mad Mike to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits,
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
The Searchers,
ABC,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
Nico,
Quadrant,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.