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 Cuba and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Fela Kuti,
The Cowsills,
Thee Headcoats,
Japan,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.