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 Maldives and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Invisible to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
Cameo,
Wire,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
Yaz,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
Massinfluence,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Saints,
Nik Kershaw,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.