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 Fiji and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
Quantec,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacob Miller,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.