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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Jandek to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy Collins,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Sparks,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.