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 the UAE and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 John Foxx to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
Smog,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
Colin Newman,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
cv313,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.