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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pole to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
D'Angelo,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
Excepter,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
Con Funk Shun,
Max Romeo,
Q and Not U,
The Cramps,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.