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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 MDC to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
Mantronix,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Cymande,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Mark Hollis,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.