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 Colombia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Mars to the funk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
Dark Day,
OOIOO,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
the Normal,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.