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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Walker Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
Rakim,
Brass Construction,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.