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 Peru 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Grauzone to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
Crime,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
The Last Poets,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
PIL,
Scan 7,
10cc,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.