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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
Royal Trux,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
Bobby Womack,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.