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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Trojans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Yaz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.