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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Chrome,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
Howard Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Girls At Our Best!,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.