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 Latvia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Don Cherry to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Age Steppers,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
Zero Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.