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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the funk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Intrusion,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
Joy Division,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
Andrew Hill,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q65,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.