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 Switzerland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 AZ to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
Juan Atkins,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
New Order,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
Nils Olav,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
Max Romeo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.