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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Wake,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
ABBA,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry's Kids,
Lakeside,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Moebius,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.