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 Djibouti 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
Ken Boothe,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
The Evens,
The Fall,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.