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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Intrusion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators 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?
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q65,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Hot Snakes,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
Yaz,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.