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 Italy 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Blake Baxter to the disco 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster,
UT,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
New Age Steppers,
Nas,
Fluxion,
K-Klass,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.