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 Belgium and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 The Smoke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
ABC,
Ludus,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
X-101,
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
Monks,
Delta 5,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brick,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.