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 Afghanistan 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 The Mojo Men to the crunk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
Anakelly,
Masters at Work,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
John Foxx,
Nas,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.