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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Guru Guru to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
Slave,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
Bang On A Can,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
Sun City Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Shoche,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
Pylon,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.