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 Kosovo and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Fat Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q65,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
Magazine,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
Motorama,
Connie Case,
the Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
Nico,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
The Index,
Index,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
Cameo,
The Stooges,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.