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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man 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?
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
AZ,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
Liliput,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lyres,
The Index,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.