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 Cambodia and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suburban Knight 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
Subhumans,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
Cameo,
Rekid,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
Audionom,
Fear,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
Parry Music,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.