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 Lebanon and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alison Limerick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
Can,
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ossler,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.