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 Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lalann to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
The Names,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
EPMD,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
Sound Behaviour,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.