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 Mali and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Birthday Party to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
The Last Poets,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.