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 India and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Glenn Branca to the dance 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana,
Rekid,
Magazine,
Steve Hackett,
Dave Gahan,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.