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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Deepchord to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
Audionom,
a-ha,
JFA,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.