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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 OOIOO to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
Audionom,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Association,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
Black Sheep,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.