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 Honduras and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Wings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
Sarah Menescal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slave,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Pharoah Sanders,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Görl,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
Erasure,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
The Fall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.