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 Turkey and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Cure to the rap 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
The Standells,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
John Foxx,
John Coltrane,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
MC5,
UT,
Slave,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.