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 Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 The Fuzztones 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Silicon Teens,
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
June of 44,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.