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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
the Human League,
Index,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Finger,
Ultra Naté,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.