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 Colombia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Names to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
The Residents,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Colin Newman,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Model 500,
Magazine,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Zero Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
New Order,
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.