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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Monochrome Set 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ludus,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
New Order,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
The Standells,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.