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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Reuben Wilson to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
Tubeway Army,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
Jawbox,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
The Kinks,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Neu!,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.