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 China and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Altered Images,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Vogues,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.