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 Honduras and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gang of Four to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
Adolescents,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Make Up,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
The J.B.'s,
The Saints,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
Zapp,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Radiohead,
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.