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 Kenya and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Crispian St. Peters 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
Ten City,
Monks,
Neu!,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
Pylon,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.