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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
Judy Mowatt,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
The Birthday Party,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
cv313,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.