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 Latvia 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
The Slits,
Quantec,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
X-101,
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
Mars,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.