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 Bahrain and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
Mo-Dettes,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
Shoche,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May,
Swans,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
Moebius,
Flipper,
JFA,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.