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 Germany and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Juan Atkins 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.