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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Harry Pussy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
Warren Ellis,
Japan,
the Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
John Holt,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.