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 Pakistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the dance 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cymande,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.