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 Spain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
The Real Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lakeside,
Bad Manners,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
MC5,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.