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 Grenada and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Deakin,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
Rekid,
X-Ray Spex,
A Certain Ratio,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
Average White Band,
Wings,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.