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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swell Maps to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultra Naté,
The Leaves,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
The Index,
Brick,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
Sandy B,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MDC,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
The Busters,
Soft Machine,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.