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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Radiohead to the rap 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
The Victims,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
Little Man,
The Selecter,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pylon,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
the Bar-Kays,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.