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 Romania and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warsaw to the dance 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
FM Einheit,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Last Poets,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stiv Bators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
Pole,
June of 44,
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Foxx,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.