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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Judy Mowatt to the jazz 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Japan,
Swans,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
Dave Gahan,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.