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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Aswad,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
PIL,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.