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 Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk 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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Banda Bassotti,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare,
Second Layer,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
Funkadelic,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.