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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Cowsills to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
The Move,
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
DNA,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
10cc,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.