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 Belize and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Reagan Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
John Cale,
Lyres,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.