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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Prince Buster to the punk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June Days,
Outsiders,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.