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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 The Cramps to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Gang Green,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sparks,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.