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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
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 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 Audionom to the rock 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Ituana,
Deakin,
Moebius,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
Ken Boothe,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
The Selecter,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
JFA,
cv313,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.