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 Singapore and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Nirvana to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.