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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fall to the grunge 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Neon Judgement,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Motorama,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smoke,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.