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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bang On A Can to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amazonics,
Subhumans,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
Yaz,
Wings,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
Monks,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.