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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Babytalk to the punk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
Funkadelic,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
Bauhaus,
Can,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.