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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Mantronix to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantytec,
Flipper,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Scion,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.