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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The J.B.'s to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
Nico,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
Shoche,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
Monks,
The Human League,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
Magma,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Last Poets,
The Black Dice,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.