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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Flipper to the techno 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
Ten City,
MDC,
The Sound,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick May,
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Newcleus,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pole,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Scion,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.