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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
Rotary Connection,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
The Gories,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Intrusion,
Schoolly D,
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
The Motions,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.