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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Adolescents to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
Goldenarms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.