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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Oblivians to the rap 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
Byron Stingily,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
Slave,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
Kayak,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.