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 Argentina and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
June of 44,
The Seeds,
June Days,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Swans,
Inner City,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
Moby Grape,
Unwound,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.