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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun City Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
Section 25,
The Monks,
Bang On A Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.