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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
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 linndrum 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 Sisters of Mercy to the funk 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
Organ,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.