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 East Timor and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
Little Man,
The Litter,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Unrelated Segments,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.