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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Electric Prunes 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
Scrapy,
AZ,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
Morten Harket,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
Yaz,
Quantec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
Can,
Eddi Front,
Agent Orange,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
The Slits,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.