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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Alison Limerick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
X-102,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
Nico,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalann,
Sällskapet,
ABBA,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Görl,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
Yaz,
Monolake,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.