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 Estonia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Unrelated Segments to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
Oblivians,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Urselle,
Angry Samoans,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Technova,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.