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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
Barry Ungar,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
Hashim,
The Martian,
ABBA,
The Residents,
The Doors,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
Tommy Roe,
Underground Resistance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Ponytail,
Dead Boys,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.