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 Moldova and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
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 organ 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 Graham Central Station to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves,
Nas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
the Bar-Kays,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Cecil Taylor,
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.