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 Syria and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neu! to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
Gong,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quantec,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.