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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Max Romeo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel 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?
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
Aaron Thompson,
the Sonics,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo,
The Knickerbockers,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.