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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
Tears for Fears,
The Human League,
Can,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
Kurtis Blow,
Pylon,
Sparks,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.