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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
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 marimba 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 ABBA to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
Symarip,
Black Flag,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
The Move,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
Lyres,
John Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.