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 Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills 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?
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
cv313,
Popol Vuh,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
The Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.