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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Michelle Simonal to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Echospace,
The Leaves,
The Trojans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
DNA,
Moebius,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
cv313,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
Unrelated Segments,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.