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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk 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-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '90s.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
Brick,
Lower 48,
the Association,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
Black Flag,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Donald Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.