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 Barbados and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 The Stooges to the punk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
The Angels of Light,
Shoche,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
ABBA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
Man Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Kurtis Blow,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
Dark Day,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.