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 Nepal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Gichy Dan to the rock 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo 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?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Hill,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Visage,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
FM Einheit,
The Human League,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
Quantec,
Darondo,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.