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 Turkey and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
Wire,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
Excepter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Monks,
Yellowson,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
MDC,
Television,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
Surgeon,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.