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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hashim to the rap 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
the Swans,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
Magma,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
Darondo,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
Babytalk,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Black Flag,
Jandek,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.