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 Grenada and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Index,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Outsiders,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Boredoms,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
X-102,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
The Zeros,
Gong,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
Boz Scaggs,
Urselle,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.