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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Connie Case,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zapp,
Niagra,
PIL,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
Royal Trux,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
Model 500,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
Q65,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Groovy Waters,
The Smoke,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.