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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 The Cure to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown 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?
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
In Retrospect,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slits,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
Eurythmics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
Piero Umiliani,
Television,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
JFA,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.