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 Japan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Von Mondo to the rock 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Interpol,
Eli Mardock,
Thee Headcoats,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
Smog,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantaleimon,
Massinfluence,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
Sällskapet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
AZ,
Fugazi,
PIL,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.