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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
Shuggie Otis,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
Urselle,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.