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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deepchord to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
Skriet,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
Ponytail,
Glenn Branca,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
T. Rex,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.