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 Zambia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.