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 Sweden and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Royal Trux to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
The Smiths,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
Henry Cow,
Section 25,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
Nico,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
AZ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suburban Knight,
John Foxx,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.