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 Austria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
Magazine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
Nico,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
Darondo,
Eric Copeland,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.