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 Kosovo and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Porter Ricks to the grunge 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
Anakelly,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
Skriet,
Hashim,
Audionom,
David Axelrod,
Flash Fearless,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
The Gladiators,
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.