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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Lightning Bolt to the punk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Inner City,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.