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 Burundi and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Japan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
X-102,
Pole,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
Subhumans,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Black Dice,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
Darondo,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.