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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Black Moon to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gories,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
Wire,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
John Cale,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.