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 Romania and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Blake Baxter to the electroclash 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
the Germs,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.