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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Carl Craig to the techno 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
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,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
Mars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds,
Dark Day,
Faust,
Television,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Ituana,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
The Kinks,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.