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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Misunderstood to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
Television,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott Heron,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
AZ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
EPMD,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.