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 Germany and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Red Krayola,
John Holt,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
cv313,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roger Hodgson,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
The Names,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.