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 Guatemala and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
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 guitar 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 Dave Gahan to the grime 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Section 25,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
Jawbox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.