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 Austria and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yaz,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.