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 Malaysia and from Lille.
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 Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
Anthony Braxton,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
The Stooges,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Scion,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Magazine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.