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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 The Durutti Column to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
Cymande,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
The Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
Crime,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.