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 Peru and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Arthur Verocai to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
X-101,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spandau Ballet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.