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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
Wings,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.