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 Barbados and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Smog,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.