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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bar-Kays to the jazz 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
The Buckinghams,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
the Normal,
Animal Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.