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 Guatemala 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
Liliput,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
Can,
David Bowie,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Zeros,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
Nas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.