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 Cuba and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Animal Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Starr,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
Kerrie Biddell,
PIL,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Blossom Toes,
Sparks,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.