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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Ultra Naté to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
The Toasters,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.