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 Germany and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
X-102,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Lyres,
Magma,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Cymande,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.