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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
The Selecter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
Max Romeo,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
Radiohead,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cameo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
EPMD,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anakelly,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.