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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Black Moon to the rock 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
Amazonics,
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
David Bowie,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.