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 Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Faraquet to the crunk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Moby Grape,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Lalann,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
Stetsasonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dead C,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.