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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 UT to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek 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 Fugs,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
The Residents,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
Audionom,
Pole,
OOIOO,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible,
Gong,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
Chris & Cosey,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gladiators,
UT,
Dead Boys,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.