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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Smog to the punk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Brass Construction,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
Sandy B,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
Lalann,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.