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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rap 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ten City,
John Cale,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
Hasil Adkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.