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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Warren Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
B.T. Express,
The Martian,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Litter,
Liliput,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Nico,
Clear Light,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
Organ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Wells,
Can,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.