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 Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 The Fugs to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
The Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.