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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.