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 Austria and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q and Not U to the punk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Scion,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
Pole,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.