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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Mr. Review to the punk 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.