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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cameo to the rock 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Unrelated Segments,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
The Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Michelle Simonal,
Kenny Larkin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
Television,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.