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 Hungary and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 E-Dancer to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Delta 5,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Scion,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
Main Source,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
Banda Bassotti,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
Interpol,
Make Up,
Motorama,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.