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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Boredoms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
The Doors,
Lightning Bolt,
The Star Department,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
Wire,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
The Kinks,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.