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 Algeria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Ossler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
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,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
U.S. Maple,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wally Richardson,
Alison Limerick,
Dawn Penn,
Scan 7,
Connie Case,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
AZ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
Q65,
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
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.