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 Moldova and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gichy Dan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
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,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boredoms,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Style,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott Heron,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
Ronan,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zapp,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.