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 Zambia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
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 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 PIL to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
Dave Gahan,
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
Negative Approach,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
Unrelated Segments,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.