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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monks,
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Symarip,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.