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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Josef K,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
Ten City,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
Liliput,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
Ultravox,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.