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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lightning Bolt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
Ken Boothe,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
The Misunderstood,
Mantronix,
Jacob Miller,
Erasure,
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Q65,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
The Kinks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.