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 Argentina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Sex Pistols to the techno 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
The Smiths,
Brick,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Stiv Bators,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
The Human League,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.