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 Comoros and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
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 oboe 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
The Real Kids,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
The Move,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ken Boothe,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.