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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
The Toasters,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül II,
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
EPMD,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
Ludus,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
Popol Vuh,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.