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 Benin and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Young Marble Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Flipper,
Moebius,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
Nas,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drexciya,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Whodini,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.