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 Mauritius and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
Fear,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.