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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cure,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
The Barracudas,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.