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 Oman and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Ronan to the rap 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
The Dead C,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.