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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Bluetip to the disco 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
T. Rex,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Ossler,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
Shoche,
10cc,
Oblivians,
Dave Gahan,
Morten Harket,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Arab on Radar,
Monks,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.