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 Spain and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
Fear,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
DNA,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
OOIOO,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Model 500,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
Wings,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.