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 Kosovo and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Henry Cow to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doors,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
Au Pairs,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.