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 Congo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
Ossler,
The Martian,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
Tres Demented,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.