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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Bananas to the techno 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
The Buckinghams,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
Wings,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T. Rex,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
Warsaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.