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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Derrick Morgan to the rap 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fear,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.