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 Venezuela and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Sun City Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
Liliput,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
X-102,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.