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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
June Days,
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
Neu!,
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Thompson Twins,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hashim,
The Fugs,
Faraquet,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.