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 Libya and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Josef K to the techno 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
The Cure,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
The Pop Group,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.