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 Palau and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
Funkadelic,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
Yazoo,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
Drexciya,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
Lalann,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.