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 Albania and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
Accadde A,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
Babytalk,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Quantec,
Cameo,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
MC5,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
Skarface,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.