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 Romania and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camberwell Now to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Litter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One,
Sugar Minott,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
Second Layer,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
Wings,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.