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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 The Sound to the electroclash 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
Mars,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Siglo XX,
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
Scan 7,
June Days,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.