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 Algeria and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Delta 5 to the electroclash 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Minny Pops,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe,
Urselle,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
The Remains,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
Bronski Beat,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.