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 Serbia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Velvet Underground to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
Black Bananas,
Gang Green,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
Oneida,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.