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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 cv313 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
Erasure,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.