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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Swans to the electroclash 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.