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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
Flipper,
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-101,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.