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 Burkina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
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 oboe 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 Tom Boy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Michelle Simonal,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
Essential Logic,
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
The Monks,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
The Zeros,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
the Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Techniques,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.