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 Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Althea and Donna,
Dennis Brown,
a-ha,
The Slits,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
Donny Hathaway,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.