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 Hungary and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Essential Logic to the grime 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
JFA,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
Byron Stingily,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Public Enemy,
Eurythmics,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.