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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slits 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
The Motions,
ABC,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
Radiohead,
a-ha,
Albert Ayler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drexciya,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Icehouse,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.