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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
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 synthesizer 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 Faraquet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Nas,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ornette Coleman,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
Brick,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
CMW,
John Foxx,
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
John Holt,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.