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 Stockholm.
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 Spokane and Accra.
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 theremin 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 Technova to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Nas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
Theoretical Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
Joyce Sims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.