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 Mali and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 The Zeros to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake 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?
The Invisible,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
Mr. Review,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.