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 Japan and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Barrington Levy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
The Names,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
Deepchord,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.