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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
Television,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
Qualms,
Liliput,
E-Dancer,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.