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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siglo XX 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang On A Can,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
the Swans,
Ossler,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.