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 Oman and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 to the disco 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
Kayak,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
David McCallum,
Nico,
Television,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.