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 Tajikistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 LL Cool J to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
Flipper,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
Wire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
Faraquet,
The Wake,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
The United States of America,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.