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 Jordan and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lower 48 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
X-102,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
48th St. Collective,
Moebius,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.