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 Belgium and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Sneak,
The Techniques,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.