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 Fiji and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Iggy Pop to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Pole,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
Delta 5,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
June Days,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
Tres Demented,
Ohio Players,
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Grauzone,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.