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 Portugal and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Basic Channel to the techno 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
New York Dolls,
The Sound,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.