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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys 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?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
Whodini,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
KRS-One,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
H. Thieme,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slits,
Monolake,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.