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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Archie Shepp to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gabor Szabo 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 electroclash 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lakeside,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.