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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television to the rock 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
Audionom,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.