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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Brick,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.