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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radio Birdman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Association,
Average White Band,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
Harmonia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultravox,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.