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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Panda Bear to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
The Black Dice,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.