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 Egypt and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Divine Comedy to the grime 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
Talk Talk,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anthony Braxton,
Absolute Body Control,
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
Pussy Galore,
The Toasters,
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.