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 Austria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 One Last Wish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
10cc,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
Scion,
The Black Dice,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
the Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.