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 Suriname and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
Excepter,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.