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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 The Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
PIL,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
Aswad,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
the Association,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.