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 Albania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shoche 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.