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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Oblivians,
Ten City,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slave,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Selecter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Alison Limerick,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.