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 Italy and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Visage to the punk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Technova,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
Arthur Verocai,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
10cc,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Danielle Patucci,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.