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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 DJ Style to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
This Heat,
Angry Samoans,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
Pagans,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grauzone,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.