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 Norway and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Amon Düül II to the rap 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
Harry Pussy,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
Altered Images,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cure,
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABBA,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.