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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cecil Taylor,
Monolake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.