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 Jamaica and from London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 OOIOO to the disco 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
Pylon,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
The Index,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters,
JFA,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.