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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 The Toasters to the rock 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.