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 Malta and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Boredoms to the rock 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monks,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.