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 Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Qualms to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
Archie Shepp,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Half Japanese,
The Move,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
Technova,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.