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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Can,
John Lydon,
These Immortal Souls,
the Swans,
Ronan,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
Moebius,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
The Trojans,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
Radiohead,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.