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 Belgium and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Q65 to the jazz 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
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,
Unwound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Sparks,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Smog,
Nico,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.