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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Urselle to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dennis Brown,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echospace,
The Index,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crime,
The Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.