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 Portugal and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Gichy Dan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
L. Decosne,
Skriet,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
Nico,
Derrick May,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.