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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Remains to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Angry Samoans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Ice-T,
Nirvana,
Y Pants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.