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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
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 linndrum 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 Dark Day to the grunge 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scan 7,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar,
Moebius,
The Smiths,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Stetsasonic,
Brass Construction,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.