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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
UT,
Lalann,
Symarip,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.