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 Thailand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Patti Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
Radiohead,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Stooges,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.