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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
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 chamberlin 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 Mr. Review to the grunge 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
Mars,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
Motorama,
Nas,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.