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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 PIL to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Eli Mardock,
Deadbeat,
The Toasters,
Index,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
Make Up,
The Gories,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
Section 25,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong,
Suicide,
Black Bananas,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.