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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Severed Heads to the disco 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
Urselle,
Mars,
Slave,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scratch Acid,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.