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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Association to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
Supertramp,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.