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 China and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Althea and Donna to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
Oneida,
The Trojans,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
Idris Muhammad,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.