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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lightning Bolt to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Audionom,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
FM Einheit,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
Hashim,
Pylon,
Amon Düül II,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman,
Drexciya,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
Colin Newman,
Yaz,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.