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 Panama and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Suburban Knight 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
The Seeds,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Porter Ricks,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Todd Terry,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
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.