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 India and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
Rapeman,
Wire,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
The Toasters,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Wake,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Siglo XX,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.