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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Qualms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Nirvana,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.