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 Chad and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
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,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
Nils Olav,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
Flash Fearless,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
PIL,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.