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 San Marino and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Negative Approach to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
The Dirtbombs,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.