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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Organ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
Oneida,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
Yellowson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lower 48,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
John Cale,
Adolescents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.