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 Denmark and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
The Names,
Ultravox,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
Cymande,
Radiohead,
New York Dolls,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Connie Case,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.