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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Ituana 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
Pylon,
The Cramps,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Jandek,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.