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 Thailand 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Clear Light to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
PIL,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
Massinfluence,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.