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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Christie,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
Skriet,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
Excepter,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
Cluster,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Kayak,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.