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 Laos and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flipper to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.