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 China and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
Monolake,
Visage,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Unrelated Segments,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ossler,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.