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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Radiohead to the techno 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
Depeche Mode,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Saints,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.