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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Deadbeat to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
UT,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
Monolake,
Interpol,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
Ludus,
Gang Starr,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.