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 Austria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
The Knickerbockers,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
JFA,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.