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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
ABC,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
Mars,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Clear Light,
Adolescents,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.