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 Korea North and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lyres,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
Television Personalities,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.