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 Japan and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
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 organ 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 Wings to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Young Marble Giants,
Drexciya,
The Red Krayola,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kayak,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
UT,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
Cameo,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.