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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
the Swans,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal,
MDC,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Black Dice,
Q65,
Motorama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
JFA,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.