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 East Timor and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sandy B to the grunge 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
The Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
Bang On A Can,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
Isaac Hayes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.