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 Mexico and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
Pylon,
CMW,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
The Count Five,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.