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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Groovy Waters to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Crime,
Scrapy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roger Hodgson,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.