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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slave,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.