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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Wake to the crunk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Dolphy,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
Lyres,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
Rod Modell,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
Barrington Levy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
H. Thieme,
Tom Boy,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
a-ha,
The Human League,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.