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 Togo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Von Mondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
Cameo,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
Brick,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
Stiv Bators,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.