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 Belarus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Moebius to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Jerry's Kids,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
Cymande,
Television,
Eric B and Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minutemen,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Simply Red,
Harry Pussy,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.