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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
MC5,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.