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 Andorra and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Laurel Aitken to the jazz 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
Hoover,
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
the Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
OOIOO,
H. Thieme,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
The Cowsills,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Sun City Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.