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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Colin Newman to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
World's Most,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.