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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
Mantronix,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
DJ Style,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.