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 South Africa and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
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 chamberlin 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 Fort Wilson Riot 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mantronix,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
10cc,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Victims,
the Germs,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jandek,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.