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 Cyprus 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Drive Like Jehu to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
Jandek,
Dark Day,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
Cymande,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.