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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Marine Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
Black Bananas,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cure,
Smog,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.