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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Eric Copeland to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
Crime,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
The Litter,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
The Gories,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.