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 Austria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marine Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
Deakin,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
Althea and Donna,
The Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Pagans,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
China Crisis,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.