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 South Sudan 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Residents 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
New Order,
Brick,
the Association,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
Bobby Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
Unwound,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.