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 South Africa and from New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 FM Einheit to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
Mantronix,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
Section 25,
Dennis Brown,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
Motorama,
June of 44,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.