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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Sun City Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
Sixth Finger,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
a-ha,
This Heat,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
World's Most,
Japan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.