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 Algeria 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
X-101,
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
Model 500,
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
Scion,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.