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 France and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Mark Hollis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skaos,
10cc,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.