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 Portugal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rap 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
Pole,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
Unwound,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.