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 Cyprus 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rosa Yemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
Faust,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
La Düsseldorf,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
Magazine,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Joensuu 1685,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
Average White Band,
X-102,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.