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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
John Holt,
the Germs,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.