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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magazine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
the Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
Zapp,
Scientists,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
David McCallum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
the Normal,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
The Dirtbombs,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
Gong,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.