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 Madrid.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Bang On A Can to the electroclash 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
Livin' Joy,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Donald Byrd,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
Qualms,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.