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 Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 E-Dancer to the rap 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.