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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Rotary Connection to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
the Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
DNA,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Procol Harum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Joe Finger,
Fatback Band,
10cc,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.