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 Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Grauzone to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.