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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brass Construction 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps 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?
Unwound,
Sparks,
Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
The Raincoats,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.