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 Palau and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
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 organ 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
L. Decosne,
Schoolly D,
Moebius,
Bill Wells,
PIL,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.