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 Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Remains to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
The Slits,
Japan,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
R.M.O.,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.