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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Section 25 to the grime 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
Quantec,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.