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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5,
Cameo,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans,
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon,
Whodini,
Archie Shepp,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.