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 Cuba and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 David McCallum to the rap 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
Index,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.