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 Tonga and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rock 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
Niagra,
The Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
Brand Nubian,
Agent Orange,
Depeche Mode,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
Swans,
AZ,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.