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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Smiths to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
Pagans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
kango's stein massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.