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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Janne Schatter to the rap 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
Scion,
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.