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 Thailand and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Intrusion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed,
Pylon,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.