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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q65,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.