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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 The Fugs to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
Section 25,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
The Standells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magazine,
Jawbox,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.