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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Fuzztones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
Accadde A,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
The Gun Club,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.