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 Costa Rica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pagans to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
Howard Jones,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
Graham Central Station,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
Arcadia,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.