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 Botswana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Fort Wilson Riot 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
The Vogues,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
The Selecter,
The Skatalites,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bauhaus,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Leonard Cohen,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
The Walker Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.