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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
Rites of Spring,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps,
Franke,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.