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 Chile and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Five Americans to the electroclash 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
Quantec,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sällskapet,
Newcleus,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
Smog,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.