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 Singapore and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Ossler to the electroclash 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
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Barry Ungar,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Con Funk Shun,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
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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.