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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Can to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
Minnie Riperton,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
The Dirtbombs,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
Monolake,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.