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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Idris Muhammad to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Ponytail,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
Essential Logic,
Yaz,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
Ronnie Foster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.