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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fugazi to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
AZ,
The Moody Blues,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
John Holt,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cure,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
The Saints,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.