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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marcia Griffiths 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
Cybotron,
CMW,
MC5,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.