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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
Sandy B,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
The Star Department,
Faust,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.