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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 crunk 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel,
Ken Boothe,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
Flipper,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
Motorama,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.