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 Madagascar and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
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 synthesizer 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 Black Flag to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Wings,
Tears for Fears,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
Angry Samoans,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rapeman,
Roger Hodgson,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.