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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arthur Verocai to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
Kayak,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.