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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
Kas Product,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
Crash Course in Science,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.