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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gories,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.