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 United States and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Howard Jones 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
Ten City,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
Joy Division,
Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
Skaos,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Kayak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Massinfluence,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.