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 Sudan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Moss Icon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suicide,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Sparks,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
Franke,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
Fear,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.