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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nico to the punk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
PIL,
The Golliwogs,
Colin Newman,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Sneak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
Lower 48,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.