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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Stereo Dub to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
Alphaville,
Marc Almond,
Index,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
Grauzone,
Babytalk,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.