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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Massinfluence to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.