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 Burkina and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Sex Pistols to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton,
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
Magma,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
Davy DMX,
Model 500,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.