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 Slovakia 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Flash Fearless to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
New Age Steppers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.