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 Kosovo and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fugazi to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Howard Jones,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lungfish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
The Wake,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.