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 Belarus and from London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Busters to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
Ludus,
Yaz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.