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 Poland and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Technova to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Fraelich,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
Warren Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
KRS-One,
Slave,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.