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 Sudan 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 OOIOO to the funk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
H. Thieme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
The Offenders,
John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.