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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
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 chamberlin 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 Skaos to the grunge 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Vogues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
The Slits,
OOIOO,
Motorama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Magma,
T.S.O.L.,
New Order,
The Saints,
Aswad,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.