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 Oman and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
The Sound,
Pole,
Tubeway Army,
Dawn Penn,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Suicide,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül,
E-Dancer,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.