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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T.S.O.L.,
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Sex Pistols,
Blossom Toes,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pole,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.