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 Palau and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
Colin Newman,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope,
Mars,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
X-101,
Franke,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
The Neon Judgement,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
Wally Richardson,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.