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 Turkey 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Sällskapet to the disco 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
Althea and Donna,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Velvet Underground,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.