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 Turkey and from New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Panda Bear to the grunge 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unwound,
Ronan,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
Cecil Taylor,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
Franke,
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
Pole,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Supertramp,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.