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 France and from London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
AZ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.