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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Bill Near,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.