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 San Marino and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 The Golliwogs to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
AZ,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
The Names,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds,
Ossler,
Joey Negro,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.