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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fad Gadget to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.