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 Samoa and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Intrusion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
Outsiders,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
Little Man,
the Swans,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.