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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
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 organ 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 The Golliwogs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Urselle,
UT,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
Amazonics,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
Hashim,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ossler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.