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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
cv313,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
John Foxx,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
Lyres,
the Association,
DNA,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Style,
The Fall,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.