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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry's Kids,
Minutemen,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.