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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Audionom,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
Black Moon,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
Masters at Work,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
Adolescents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Sandy B,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.