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 Korea South and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 FM Einheit to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Faust,
Magazine,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
PIL,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
Freddie Wadling,
Pere Ubu,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.