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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Sound Behaviour to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Deakin,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
The Tremeloes,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.