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 Malta and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Bang On A Can to the grime 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
New Order,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
Joe Finger,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Whodini,
ABBA,
World's Most,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.