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 Denmark and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Roxette to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
Can,
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne,
Brick,
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Clarke,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
Technova,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
The Sonics,
K-Klass,
Magma,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.