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 Tanzania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Camberwell Now to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
Suicide,
Ituana,
the Human League,
The Cure,
Jawbox,
Faust,
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.