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 Guyana and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Drexciya to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
Oneida,
Fluxion,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
Bobby Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.