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 Syria and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Names,
MDC,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
The Gun Club,
Underground Resistance,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
Shoche,
Erasure,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.