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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Camberwell Now to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Boredoms,
Magazine,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
Cymande,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Can,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.