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 Poland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Section 25 to the rock 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
Pylon,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.