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 Luxembourg and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple 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?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Neon Judgement,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.