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 San Marino and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
Cluster,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.