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 Thailand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Bluetip to the grunge 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
Arcadia,
Connie Case,
Don Cherry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tom Boy,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Germs,
Quadrant,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
The Residents,
Deakin,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.