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 Oman and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Man Eating Sloth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nas,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Subhumans,
June Days,
Ossler,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish,
David McCallum,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.