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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Byron Stingily to the rock 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
Organ,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shuggie Otis,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
Monks,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.