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 Georgia and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gories to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
Agitation Free,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.