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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
Ronan,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
Moebius,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
D'Angelo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
Mandrill,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
Camberwell Now,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.