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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 FM Einheit to the crunk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
Adolescents,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
The Zeros,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
Country Teasers,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Almond,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.