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 Oman and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
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 808 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 Country Teasers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.