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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
Boredoms,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Cameo,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.