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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
Oblivians,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.