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 Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tres Demented to the rock 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Index,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
Black Bananas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.