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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Hot Snakes to the funk 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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Yaz 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
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 United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
Andrew Hill,
Quantec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
Archie Shepp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
Wings,
The Offenders,
Magazine,
Gang of Four,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.