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 Libya and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Bizarre Inc. to the punk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
Index,
Roy Ayers,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
Can,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
The Standells,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.