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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Agitation Free to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan,
Shuggie Otis,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.