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 Dominica and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Ossler to the rock 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Rundgren,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
PIL,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
Faust,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.