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 Ireland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
The Mummies,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon,
Skarface,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
Q65,
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.