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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Warren Ellis to the rock 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Piero Umiliani,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
The Smiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
Pole,
Leonard Cohen,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
Fear,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.