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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Fat Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
Mantronix,
Camberwell Now,
Magma,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
The Evens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
The American Breed,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.