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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dead C to the crunk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Skriet,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Sonics,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.