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 Mauritius and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Maurizio to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Maurizio,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
The Five Americans,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.