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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
Sällskapet,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
the Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
Yaz,
Pagans,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.