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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 KRS-One to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Vogues,
Hoover,
The Names,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
This Heat,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.