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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
The Modern Lovers,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.