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 Germany and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Khruangbin to the rap 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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
Japan,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Lydon,
One Last Wish,
Pere Ubu,
Harmonia,
Harry Pussy,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.