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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Mo-Dettes to the rap 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
The Music Machine,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
Can,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.