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 Iceland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
Brothers Johnson,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
Pylon,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
AZ,
Can,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.