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 Poland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mantronix to the crunk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Suicide,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
The Kinks,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.