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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy,
Rapeman,
Monks,
Ituana,
Maurizio,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.