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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mantronix to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
the Slits,
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
June of 44,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
Mantronix,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
The Busters,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.