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 Belgium and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Fugazi to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tom Boy,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
The Busters,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.