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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bad Manners to the disco 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
Dead Boys,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
Index,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One,
Erasure,
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.