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 Houston.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Cal Tjader to the grime 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
The Evens,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.