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 Botswana and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the rap 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
Skaos,
DNA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
The Angels of Light,
Duran Duran,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.