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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Fear to the electroclash 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pole,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
Monks,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lyres,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.