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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Delta 5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
Desert Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Television,
The Associates,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
Interpol,
Roxette,
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
ABBA,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.