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 Poland and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mission of Burma to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
Chrome,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Television,
Patti Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
the Human League,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
Fear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Organ,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.