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 Turkmenistan 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
Q65,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
KRS-One,
the Association,
Black Flag,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Nils Olav,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Faust,
Delta 5,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
B.T. Express,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.