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 Congo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grunge 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Qualms,
the Swans,
Zapp,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Derrick May,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Altered Images,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.