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 Poland and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
Cameo,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
Ronan,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
Drexciya,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
The Golliwogs,
X-102,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.