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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
E-Dancer,
KRS-One,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
Tears for Fears,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
UT,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.