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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fat Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
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,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
Visage,
The Durutti Column,
The Dead C,
Magazine,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
The Toasters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Pus,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.