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 Morocco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Alison Limerick to the rock 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
Dawn Penn,
Slave,
Mandrill,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
X-101,
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Mars,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.