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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
Skriet,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
Crime,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
Franke,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
Lalann,
K-Klass,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
Animal Collective,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.