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 Denmark and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Ultravox,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
Subhumans,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.