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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 DNA to the punk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
Motorama,
Roxy Music,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
UT,
MDC,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.