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 Norway and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Heaven 17 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sight & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
Brand Nubian,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.