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 Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Pulsallama to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
Sugar Minott,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
Fugazi,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
Visage,
Lalann,
the Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
Black Moon,
The Toasters,
Smog,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.