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 Tunisia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.