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 Belgium and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Mojo Men to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas 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?
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
Nirvana,
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q65,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
Wings,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.