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 Israel and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fuzztones 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Terry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine,
Excepter,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.