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 Japan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Birthday Party to the funk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
This Heat,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joey Negro,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
Alison Limerick,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.