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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
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 mellotron 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
Al Stewart,
Magma,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.