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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Hood to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
Reuben Wilson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swans,
Scrapy,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Jacques Brel,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Subhumans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.