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 Cambodia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Golliwogs to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
Agitation Free,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Nico,
Wire,
Tim Buckley,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.