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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
Yellowson,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cluster,
Amazonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.