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 Senegal and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MC5,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
AZ,
Lakeside,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
Reagan Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.