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 Guyana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 John Lydon to the rock 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
Wire,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.