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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 These Immortal Souls to the grunge 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doors,
the Swans,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.