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 Niger and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Connie Case to the dance 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Donny Hathaway,
Buzzcocks,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
Roxy Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Shoche,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
Pole,
Underground Resistance,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.