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 Belize and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
Hashim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
Sparks,
The Move,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
a-ha,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.