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 the UAE and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 OOIOO to the rock 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
UT,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultra Naté,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
Mars,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.