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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faust to the techno 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt 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?
The Cure,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Almond,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon,
Gong,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.