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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Doors to the funk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Au Pairs,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cluster,
Aswad,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Mills,
Aloha Tigers,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.