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 Dominica and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Kas Product 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
Minutemen,
Carl Craig,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Zeros,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suicide,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
X-101,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.