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 Jordan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
The Fall,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
Goldenarms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.