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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Malaria! to the funk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
X-101,
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.