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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
Q65,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
Gang Green,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
Adolescents,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-101,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.