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 Qatar and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Parry Music to the grunge 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Ronan,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
10cc,
Popol Vuh,
Peter & Gordon,
The Misunderstood,
the Sonics,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
Amazonics,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.