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 Slovenia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
Freddie Wadling,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Wells,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
Jandek,
Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.