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 Antigua and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dave Clark Five to the techno 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scan 7,
the Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
ABBA,
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.