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 Laos and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
Lakeside,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
Loose Ends,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Accadde A,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
Depeche Mode,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect,
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.