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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
the Swans,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
the Fania All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.