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 Greece and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
Quadrant,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.