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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Gabor Szabo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.