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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Sällskapet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set 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?
Pylon,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
Half Japanese,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.