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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
Ludus,
Mars,
This Heat,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
John Cale,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nik Kershaw,
Sex Pistols,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
MC5,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.