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 Namibia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
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 rhodes 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 Sällskapet to the disco 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo,
Motorama,
the Germs,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
Derrick May,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.