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 Montenegro and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 ABBA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
Brick,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
Swans,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
The Selecter,
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.