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 Sudan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Make Up to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep,
Agitation Free,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joyce Sims,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.