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 Belarus and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 World's Most to the electroclash 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
CMW,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ten City,
The Gladiators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
The Human League,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
June of 44,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Y Pants,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.