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 Monaco and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
Supertramp,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.