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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Bourne,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
Porter Ricks,
OOIOO,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.