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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 The Music Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
Ten City,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
MC5,
Ludus,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.