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 Albania and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
the Association,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
AZ,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
Fugazi,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
Maurizio,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.