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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
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 rhodes 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 Deakin to the dance 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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harmonia,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monks,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
The Searchers,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Swans,
Ronan,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Shoche,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.