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 Grenada and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Dual Sessions to the rap 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Scion,
Neil Young,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
Cybotron,
Q65,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
Nik Kershaw,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.