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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
The Standells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.